The other day Diego took me to a woodworking shop in downtown Medellin, where some of his family works. It was awesome.
The smell of fresh cut wood, a smell I adore, permeated everything. We walked through the tiny pathways the weaved in between gigantic unfinished furniture stacks, stepping on a carpet of soft, baby-powder fine sawdust. The air was thick with airborne particles that created a fuzzy haze throughout the dark and horror-movie-ish looking warehouse.
I loved every second of it!
I ran around taking photos of the guys working, getting covered in sawdust as I laid flat on the ground to get artsy shots…
…and spent way too much time photographing this man hand carving flower designs into chair backs with a fascinating amount of precision and speed.
Each person had one job that they would just do in mass quantities with such skill. I was loving watching it all.
I was absolutely amazed with this little wood shop in the middle of Medellin. I wish I could tell you a name or direction, but this being Colombia, I can tell you it is just some no name wood shop that you will pass by without notice unless you are specifically looking for it. All I can say is that it is on Avenida de Greiff, a ripped awning, and yellow out front.